Excerpts from modern poetry are as follows:
1, some people are alive and he is dead; Some people died, but he is still alive.
2. Mist comes with water waves. Let me make a river bank, like a pebble.
3. Women are dancing in the Ling Bo, and the murmur of water disturbs the mood of the moon.
I don't want to be an obstacle. I don't want my dearest face to get wet with tears.
My horseshoe is a beautiful mistake. I'm not a passer-by, just a passer-by.
6. When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there.
7. Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply.
8. Love not only loves your stalwart body, but also loves the position you insist on and the land under your feet.
9. When you enter my lovesickness door, you will know that my lovesickness is bitter, long and short.
10, they have been willing to go through more than ten years, and there are too many vicissitudes to hide.
Excerpts from modern poetry
Excerpts from modern poetry
It is also an important part of learning to extract modern poems and appreciate good words and sentences. Excerpting famous sayings is the beginning of students' exposure to profound thoughts. The extracted texts should be found in books, which can enrich our knowledge. The following are excerpts from modern poems and short poems. Welcome to read and share!
Excerpts from modern poetry 1
1, humble
Contemporary/Xu Zhimo
Humble, humble, humble,
The wind is blowing.
Residual reed without resistance:
Cursed by its description,
My heart is empty.
How to play the sound?
It is praying to the wind:
"Be a good person with a heart,
Push me down with one punch;
"It is also a solution.
Ben is homeless,
Wandering to the end of the world! "
2. the coast of love
Contemporary/Xi Murong
But I still can't help walking towards you.
The water is full of laughter lines.
Who knows what kind of hearts they all have?
Far, far away
I imagine how lonely you are alone.
I can't help thinking of you.
Without you, I will disappear.
Like a little drift.
My pain lies in knowing you.
So you became a dream.
Take my sail.
3. Sleepwalkers in August
Contemporary/North Island
The stone bell at the bottom of the sea rang.
Ring, set off a wave
The bell rings in August.
There is no sun at noon in August.
A spinnaker full of milk
Towering above the floating body
It is August that soars into the sky.
In August, apples rolled down the mountain.
A lighthouse that has been extinguished for a long time.
Illuminated by sailors' eyes
It is August that is illuminated.
The market in August will usher in the first frost again.
The stone bell at the bottom of the sea rings.
Ring, set off a wave
Sleepwalkers in August
Seen the sun at night
4. Bai Niao's death
Contemporary/Xi Murong
If you are a tearful shooter
I am the man.
Bai Niao is determined not to dodge.
Just wait for the arrow to come by surprise.
Walk into my broken heart
If you are the only one in the world
The only gunman who can hurt me
I am all your youth.
All the emotions that can't be forgotten.
It's like the last cloud
Hidden in the infinite blue sky
Then let me die at your hands
It's like finally being able to
Die in your arms
Step 5 run to the moon
Contemporary/Shuting
A spring dream as clean as you.
It's fleeting
You are desperate to invest.
The untouchable source of life
Even if the moon is willing to accept your betrayal.
And loneliness to accompany you for thousands of years.
Why are towering mountains?
I can't bear heavy shackles for you.
Did you get blown away?
A beautiful faint voice
In thousands of performances,
live forever
Step 6: no
Contemporary/ancient city
In spring,
I gently waved my handkerchief,
Is to let me leave,
Or return immediately?
No, it's nothing,
Nothing, because,
Like a fallen flower in the water,
Like dew on a flower
Only the shadow knows,
Only wind energy can understand,
Only the sighing butterfly starts up,
Still flying in my heart
7. Don't look at each other so brightly.
Contemporary/Dai Wangshu
Don't look at each other so brightly,
Lower your sad head,
Quiet, listen, in the distant forest,
Hope on the dead leaves has revived.
Is an ancient hope,
It has been sleeping in the forest for many years.
Is a lingering burden of hope,
It has long been forgotten.
Don't look at each other so brightly,
Lower your sad head,
The hope of the past,
It has been awakened by you.
This is a lingering and complicated hope,
Since you scared me,
It will reappear reluctantly,
It will bother you and me.
Don't look at each other so brightly,
Lower your sad head,
Quiet, listen, stay away from the forest,
The hope of being awakened in the past has come.
Excerpts from modern poetry II
Contemporary/Shuting
A boat.
For some unknown reason.
Tilt on the ground
A desolate reef coast
The paint has not faded yet.
The sail is broken.
There are neither trees nor shadows.
Even the grass refuses to grow.
Tidal sea surface
It's only a few meters away.
The waves gasped.
Waterbirds flap their wings anxiously.
Boundless sea
Even if there is a distant territory.
In a very short distance
But lost the last strength.
Through the eternal distance
They looked at each other in disappointment.
Love crosses the boundary between life and death.
Century space
Interwoven with eternal new eyes
Is it sincere love?
Will rot with the planking.
Is it a flying soul?
Life imprisonment on the threshold of freedom
Excerpts from modern poetry 3
Contemporary/Haizi
In spring, all ten Haizi came back to life.
In the bright scenery
Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi
How long have you slept?
In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice.
Dance and sing beside you with me.
Tear up your black hair, ride on you and fly away, dusty.
The pain of your division is all over the earth.
Spring, savage and sad Haizi
This is the only one left, the last one.
This is a child in the dark, immersed in winter, dying.
I can't help myself. I love the empty and cold countryside.
The grain there was piled high and covered the windows.
They spent half of it on the mouth, food and stomach of a family of six.
Half of them are used for agriculture and self-reproduction.
The wind blows from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn.
What exactly do you mean by dawn?
What modern short poems are suitable for extraction?
Modern short poems suitable for excerpt are as follows:
1. Walking through fields in spring, wading through rapids in summer and coming to autumn is a quiet and peaceful world. In autumn, although there is no fragrance of roses, there are elegant autumn chrysanthemums, but there are fruits without flowers. Autumn, without the passion of summer, has romantic warmth. There is no unrestrained spring, but there is the joy of harvest. The wind and leaves dance in autumn rhyme, and the branches are drunk with autumn fruit. Autumn is a cup of mellow wine, autumn is a magnificent poem and autumn is a touching song.
2. A person's life is a process of saving, saving hope in struggle; Store a seed when plowing; Stored the scenery when traveling; Happiness stored when smiling. Smart people are good at saving. In the long and short journey of life, they learn to save every flash moment, and then use them to make a cup of beautiful memories, emitting fragrance between the changes and alternation of the four seasons, and cherish their lives!
Spring has come, and I want to put my heart back in that distant place that haunts my heart. Let the soul grow the wings of Beida Goose, ride the breeze blowing colorful clouds, hold the _ _ that moistens the south of the Yangtze River, sing the fishing songs of the morning boat, touch the fragrance that fills the night window, and return to the hometown after a long separation. I pushed aside the thawed soil, dug up the dream buried here, bathed her in bright sunshine, and expected her to slowly grow branches and bear the long-awaited fruit of true love.
4. Enjoy life and everyone is happy. Life is a trip on the mountain and on the water. Hold a little knowledge lightly, put away your troubles, collect happiness and move forward brightly and warmly. As long as your heart is warm, the distant road will be safe. Looking back, I hope the sun will always shine and life will be sunny everywhere.
5, drifting in the moonlight, time flies with the wind, quietly blooming in the rainy season, still beautiful; Heart, still quiet. The tenderness of the moon, the night knows; The heart is clear, and the rain understands; I understand your feelings. Life is not perfect. You and I used to float. Once upon a time, we yearned for a level of stability, regardless of wind and rain, guarding each other's journey. Vicissitudes are not nature, but experience; Happiness is not a state, but a feeling.